It's like today, no one expected they would encounter each other here.
Regarding the aid, both overt and covert, that Nan Huaiyu provided to Zhao Ying and Yu Qinglu after leaving Qing City, Mu Jinhuan never told Nan Wan about it.
Although the café was simple, at least it was air-conditioned, which felt like heaven compared to the outside temperature.
"I don't know. I dislike him so much, how could I care whether he likes me or not?"
Nan Wan still vividly remembers that on the day Bai Ruoshu gave birth prematurely, the way Nan Huaiyu looked at her, filled with boundless coldness and ice, as if he would pounce and bite off her throat the next moment.
"Still sitting together for a coffee," Mu Jinhuan stood by the passenger side, casually resting his arm on the car window, looking at the woman inside with a half-smile, "Have you reconciled?"
He was not a good person; he had done things against his conscience, and Bai Ruoshu's brother's matter wasn't an exception.
